by Eden Redd
The rider held out his hand for Renner. The rogue stepped off while slapping a gold coin into the rider’s outstretched hand. The rider’s eyebrows went up and turned the coin in his fingers before placing it in a side pouch and flashing a thankful grin.
Renner put his arm out to the beautiful elf in black. Vass curled her arm around his and the three began their slow stroll to the main doors. Several stewards stood, checking invites. The three rogues in royal clothing stepped up to one of the stewards with invitations out.
A steward took all three and looked them over before his eyebrows rose, “Lord Bastion, Lady Lukka and Lord Iron Touch, you are most welcome to Lord Shallor’s Gala event. We were informed of your arrival and prepared special bracelets for your coming. Lord Shallor didn’t want you being associated with the common royalty.
The steward gave a sharp whistle and a young boy raced out from the shadows with a wooden box.
“Bracelets? We will have to decline, for they may clash with our outfits,” Renner gave a snooty grin.
“Giving away jewelry when the lord should be using them to hang more tapestries. Anyone who is anyone knows tapestries are in this season,” Vass said with a sarcastic laugh.
The steward bowed his head, “The lord was insistent. He ordered us to give these to you. You may further discuss when you see him inside.”
Renner rolled his eyes, “Fine, if it is the will of the lord, so be it. What is your name?”
“Samuel,” the steward said with a quiver in his voice.
“I will be sure to tell the good lord that you have been most helpful,” Renner said with his chin up and gold coin in his hand. He pressed it to the steward and Samuel took it gracefully.
“Please my lords and lady, your bracelets,” Samuel said as he opened the wooden box.
Renner and Vass’s eyes looked down at the glow. Three simple silver bracelets fit snuggly into a velvet bottom but the glow came from the large diamonds at the top of them. Vass smiled, showing all her teeth as the bracelet was fit onto her thin wrist. Renner was next and he too was impressed with the size of the diamond. Samuel’s hands shook as he tried to move closer to Rekt. The orc snatched the bracelet and hooked it onto his thick wrist.
“Please, this way. Everyone is waiting in the main throne room,” Samuel bowed and pointed with an open hand.
The three rogues nodded and began the small climb up the red carpet to the main doors. Stepping beyond the threshold, Renner could not contain the marvelous sight before him. Servants moved with trays of food and glasses of wine among the guests as they poured in. The walls were covered in intricate tapestries and incredible works of art. Statues lined the walls with golden monsters, angels and muscled warriors frozen in the heat of battle. As they walked, new statues floated in their vision of sensual acts caught in timeless embraces.
The trio strolled on, each picking up a glass of wine and holding it mockingly with a pinky finger sticking out. The crowd moved easily through the oversized hall before opening up into a majestic throne room. Vass’s eyes widened as she looked to the massive tapestries lining the walls to the right and left of the room. Renner drank in their surroundings while taking a sip of wine. Rekt’s green face had a look of not impressed and gulped down his glass of wine, tossing it to a servant. The servant was quick to catch it, placing it on a silver tray and kept walking.
“Maybe we should take our time and enjoy the festivities,” Renner smirked.
The elf and orc looked to the rogue with a disapproving gaze.
“Just a thought,” Renner smiled and walked on with Vass on his arm.
The crowd grew quiet as a man in fine robes stepped out from a door behind the throne. He walked around the single throne seat and stood at the edge of the dais, looking down at the hundred or so guests.
“Welcome to the Sun Fire Gala! For those new to the event, Lord Shallor will be tastefully late as usual. He must look his best before greeting the many wonderful visitors here tonight.”
The finely dressed man raised a hand and snapped his fingers. The tapestries lining the walls to the left and right pulled back to reveal enormous halls. Vass looked to the right to see a large hall with a glass wall to the back, overlooking a lush garden. The hall itself contained long tables of food, seating, wine fountains and musicians who began to play.
Renner looked to the left to see another hall with seating of all shapes and sizes from simple couches to wide open bedding. The torch light was dimmer, giving it a warm glow. There was a glass, wall sized window, and the light of two moons shined in with their pale glow. Several fireplaces were lit, offering a comforting light for those in a sensual mood.
“Begin the festivities!” the finely dressed man shouted with glee.
The crowd cheered in delight as music filled the throne room and adjoining halls. Renner eyed the crowd as it splintered. Some moved to the food and wine waiting in one direction while others drifted over to the moon hall, kissing and running hands over well-dressed bodies.
“I think some of the guests are regulars,” Renner said as he looked around.
“Maybe we should start the job before Shallor shows up? It might improve our chances,” Vass whispered out the side of her mouth.
Renner eyed the dark-haired beauty, “All work and no play….”
Some of the crowd stayed behind in the main throne room. Small groups talked and laughed with excitement in their eyes. Several servants walked among the crowd with silver trays. Instead of food or drink, the trays held red leaves arranged in smiling faces. One of the servants walked over, bowed and presented a tray with red leaves to the trio.
“Passion Leaves for your pleasure?” The servant said politely.
The three rogues stood there, eyes containing a questions gaze.
“They are from a rare Lust Tree. Lord Shallor grows one in his private garden. Where wine will get you in the mood, Passion Leaves ensure your stamina will keep up with your desires.”
Renner smiled as he reached out for the tray. Vass whipped her hand out and smacked the back of his.
“We must speak to Lord Shallor first before we can partake in blissful activities,” The elf smiled.
The servant bowed again before standing up and walking over to another group of guests.
“I was just going to have a nibble,” Renner grinned.
Vass gripped his arm closer to her, “Focus. We need to keep our minds sharp if we want to succeed.”
Renner nodded, “Parties are my weakness. Let’s scout around and look for an entry way further into the keep.”
Rekt pointed his chin to the throne, “I think we already found it. The door behind the throne should lead us in. There are no guards and everyone seems distracted.”
Renner nodded to Rekt and then looked to Vass, “I’m game if you are?”
“I’m game. Anything to change out of this corset,” Vass hissed.
“Well Well, Lord Bastion! How marvelous you could come to my humble gathering!”
Renner and his fellow rogues turned to a plump man in fine golden robes. Behind him stood six scantily clad dark elves, wearing leather one-piece bathing suits, loose belts hanging from their hips with a whip attached to each one. The portly man giggled as his jowls vibrated to his giddiness. Eyes with blue eyeliner squinted as he gave a big, wide smile. Long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Renner and his fellow rogues bowed, “Lord Shallor, we thought you would grace us with your presence much later?”
The dragon in human form shook his head and his hands simultaneously, “Nonsense. I have my Hand say that every time to add to the mood. Once I heard you had arrived….” Shallor looked the orc up and down before continuing, “….I had to rush out to meet the three of you. And stop with this lord business, call me Shallor.”
“We are grateful to be invited to you party, Shallor,” Renner smiled.
“To have three of the art fashion elite at one of my parties is all the thanks require. I trust you sha
ll partake in the decadent activities as they roll through the night. My harem will be at your disposal for any carnal needs,” Shallor trembled in excitement.
The plump host turned his attention to Rekt, “My my, you are a big one. Would you mind joining me as I tour around the party? I could use a handsome fellow like you as an escort incase anything grows too heated.”
Rekt eyed the host. Dark eyes moved to Renner and Vass before centering back on Shallor’s interested gaze, “I would be honored if you are up for someone my size,” the orc said gruffly.
Shallor let out a playful giggle, “Oh my, you are a bold one. I can assure you that I can handle someone of your muscled girth.”
Shallor turned and coiled his arm around Rekt’s meaty arm, “Bastion, we will discuss my autumn fashion arrangements and artwork later in the evening. No sense in talking about business when needs must be met first.”
Renner eyed the star struck dragon, “Before you go, these bracelets are a tad gaudy. Must we wear them?”
Shallor turned and shook his head, “No, this will not do. I must apologize. It was only after I sent them off that I thought it might clash with your outfits. They are a bit gaudy.” Shallor clapped his hands, “Remove the bracelets and put them away.”
The dark elves moved with measured grace. Dark hands reached out and unhooked each bracelet. Within a moment, they were gone.
“Now off to whatever perversions you seek. I must ensure the guests are having a grand time, Ta Ta.”
Shallor began walking with Rekt beside him, “Do you stretch before a work out? I often must stretch before anything strenuous….” The dragon’s voice trailed off as they walked toward the moon hall.
Renner and Vass turned their gaze to one another and smiles bloomed.
“I want to see the throne,” Vass said innocently.
“I want to show you the throne,” Renner winked.
The two kept their arms entwined as they stepped through the sparse crowd and climbed the dais steps. At the top, the rogues glanced around. Moans rose up from the moon hall as couples, threesomes and fivesomes engaged in heated wanting. Violin music played on, mixed with cries of pleasure. Vass pressed herself close to Renner. The rogue turned his attention to the beautiful elf, a sly raise of an eyebrow.
“We must keep up appearances,” Vass said with a sultry whisper.
“On the throne?” Renner whispered back.
Vass smiled, showing white teeth, “I haven’t joined the throne club yet….” The elf trailed off as Renner leaned in and kissed her.
Locking lips, heat pumped into the elf’s cheeks as Renner persuaded her lips to open and accommodate his invading tongue. Hands took hold of one another, sliding over strong curves and muscled back. The two spun, hitting the edge of the throne and stumbling to the door ten feet away. Renner pushed Vass against the wall by the door, grinding his hips against her black dress. The elf was pinned. Raising her legs, she coiled them around his waist and let out warm gasps.
“Has anyone noticed?” Renner said as he kissed her neck.
Vass kept her eyes half closed as the rogue grinded against her, “No….I think we are clear…” The elf whispered as she watched the few guests below talking or making out.
Renner continued to grip the elf’s firm ass, holding her up with her legs coiled around his waist, “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
Vass moaned a smile, “Should I be?”
“No, definitely not,” Renner kissed along the sensual neckline.
The two kept up the display but Vass immediately noticed Renner’s manhood straining against his leggings.
“We should slip in……maybe later you can do the same…” the elf hissed.
“A celebration slip in?” Renner chuckled as he pinned her to the wall.
“Let’s get the job done first and then we can talk about celebrations,” the elf whispered in his ear, then took a nibble.
The elf reached over and took hold of the door knob. With a twist, the door was ajar. Renner held her up, moving against the wall until they reached the edge. Vass looked past Renner’s ear to the few guests in the throne room. No one looked in their direction. The elf bit down on Renner’s neck. The rogue moved silently as the two slipped through the door. The door closed behind as moans, music and conversation drifted on through the throne room.
Eight
The corridor was bare except for hanging tapestries, glowing lanterns and the couple, uncoiling their limbs from each other. Renner took the lead as Vass stayed close behind. Eyes and ears sharp, they moved with silent steps to a door. The rogue tested to see if it was locked. The door knob turned easily and the two rogues slipped in without a sound.
A small lantern cast it’s comforting light, illuminating shelves of food. Renner and Vass called up 2D screens of their inventories and began tapping away. Royal clothes blinked away and were replaced with black leather armor, leggings, weapons and cloaks with hoods up. Shadows covered their brows and eyes but their mouths and chins lay exposed against the dim light. Renner made one last tap at the hovering, glowing screen. A cuff earring appeared around the length of his ear. Vass did the same and she ran a finger along the metal.
“Can you hear me?” The elven rogue whispered.
Renner nodded, “Loud and clear little lady.”
The rogue touched his earring, “Rekt, you there?”
Silence greeted the two rogues as they waited for a long moment.
“He might not have had a chance to put his on,” Vass whispered.
“I’m sure he will when he gets the chance. For now, we will keep to the job. He knows his part. We just have to keep to ours.”
Renner checked his weapons against the 2D screen, ensuring the sleep poison covered his blades, “Keep to the shadows. I’d rather not engage with anyone. If one of us is found out, the other needs to stay hidden. Ready?”
Vass nodded. The two rogues activated their stealth skill. Bending at the knees, they moved to the door and slipped out into the corridor. Staying low, they moved with measured ease down the hallway to an intersection. A spiral staircase led down as lanterns showed the way.
Renner felt confident as they slowly walked down the stone stairs. His stealth skill was above average and could even help him in a fight. Glancing back, he could barely see the faint visible whispers of Vass’s form. He knew he was good but instantly could see that Vass’s skill far surpassed his own. Knowing she had his back made the journey down that much safer. Thoughts whirled on as he wondered if his third partner was fairing okay.
The two rogues continued down the stairs until they reached the bottom. With silent steps, they moved to a door opening when noticed shadows moving from down the corridor. Renner leapt up, hands and feet gripping hold of the stone above them right before the door frame. Vass drifted back into the shadows of the stairs, eyes focused and fingers on a dagger hilt.
Two guards moved into view. They stood on the other side of the frame and leaned against the stone wall. Renner held onto the wall above them and waited.
“This sucks,” a guard moaned.
“Yea, I wish we could patrol during the party. At least we would get to see the action,” The other guard chimed in.
“I want in on the action. The guests get so worked up that they’ll have sex with anyone. No one ever comes down here during the parties. ”
The other guard nodded his head, “You could go down to the dungeon. I hear Mona is taking care of the troll.”
The guard shook his head, “I’m not that desperate. Mona can be too rough and to tell you the truth, she scares me. As for the troll, she is out of control and would probably break me in half.”
“Not if you stick it in her mouth,” The other guard chuckled.
“Ha! She’d probably bite it off after I came. No thank you.”
“Then it looks like it’s me and you tonight,” The other guard said in a low tone.
The guard sighed, “Look, it was only one time. We are not in
a relationship.”
“I still think about it,” the guard said in another low tone.
Renner’s lips curved into a smile. Vass had to cover her mouth.
“I’m not talking about this now,” the guard said adamantly.
“No one is going to walk through here. We could go in the stairwell. I could suck your cock this time.”
Renner’s shoulders shook as he tried to contain his amusement.
The guard was quiet for a few moments, “Alright but don’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”
Renner’s fingers clutched at the stone as the guards moved into the stairwell. One unbuckled his belt and leggings while the other one sank down to his knees. From the shadows, Vass got an eyeful. She was in direct line of sight as one guard pulled out his cock and the other wrapped his lips around it. Renner was above them, signaling to the elven rouge as she watched the two male guards have an intimate moment.
Renner slipped through the top of the doorway and into the corridor like a spider. Vass moved around the couple, shadows covering her. The sounds of wet sucking continued on as the elf slipped through the door, giving a silent blessing to the two guards as she passed.
The two rogues pressed on, sticking to the shadows.
***
Twenty long minutes passed as the two rogues moved further and further down. Even though the party floors were above them, it seemed most of the castle staff below were having their own private parties. Renner couldn’t keep a straight face as he and Vass snuck around past cooks and wait staff caught in various stages of passionate encounters. Corners had guards getting their needs met and some rooms echoed moans of several people having a good time. The two rogues even came across small orgies in a barracks. Male and female guards were slathering their bodies together in a sexy obscene manner.
The amount of sex behind the scenes caused the rogues to relax in annoyance. Renner was sure they were going to be sneaking by the best of the best guards but instead it seemed a giant sex fest was taking place. They didn’t have to try too hard to get past anyone with everyone so involved in their partner or partners.
